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the goal was to gain as much speed as possible concentrating on the trees ahead. you see, there was a very odd thing about the first 50 feet of that orchard. so odd that it was never discussed openly or investigated throughly....
the clam man's bucket made a whoosh and clatter as he slung it into the ocean creating a rain of freshly dug clams. The sight of them pelleting into the water was like a sign of abandoned hope as we frantically sloshed through rising waters....
I heard him gasp and everything seemed to shift into slow motion as we both screamed thought the duration of the fall, "Nooo!" His shoe dove toe first into the water and sank quickly out of sight before emerging and resting upright on it's sole....
My brothers face dropped as he realized what he'd done. he came running over apologizing as i scooped up a handful and clutched it in my fist. i turned to face him as i raised my arm into the air, cracked a smile and began to sprinkle the room with coins....
I had somehow created a swamp thing. a creature from the lagoon. a greedy stinky nasty troublemaker. i fed it coins to make it fat and entertained it when i fell asleep......
I set the jar of old black paint on the table and unscrewed the lid. a stench of egg-rot filled the room and made me nauseous. I squinted my eyes as i stirred the contents and quickly......
As I was adjusting the cable the boom creaked.... My eyes widened as I noticed parts of my body that were in crushing points. My arm was buried in a crevice as I was trying to reattach the tackle....
I never again did see the aliens while sorting through those
piles of rot. but sometimes i wonder if they are still
there... in the dark and out of mans eye......
my wife makes a gasping sound. this was the same exact sound she has
always made when something life threatening was about to have it's way with us and my stomach sinks every time......
city streets full of people walking about scratching their heads and flinging hairballs into the gutters and over flown wire trash bins. People wakening up froma long night of restful slumber to a pile of hair and a lost loved one....
the door creaked as it glided open and revealed a man sitting in the middle of the room at a round table with a smoking cigarette pinched between his fingers. he was wearing oversize tinted glasses....
one repair after another running through her head as she slapped at the warm liquid soaking into the driveway rocks. And why is it foaming?!...
emotions are impulses linked to past encounters or surroundings while coffee plants drink from the soil.
People change so you never really know who you're really dealing with....
my brother and i began beating this hissing rat with a rake handle and a black walnut tree branch. the fur was short and as clean as an opera coat. the muscles beneath its skin were as hard as a rock and very capable of breaking dinner chairs....
I was half tempted to rub my face until it became inflamed enough to pass as a helmet and run into the boy's room screaming something or another about a
planet crumpton and wilder beasts....
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